walk out of an Unseelie mirror carrying the savaged, very dead body of a young woman. Had he killed her just for fun? My intuition wasn’t buying it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t sure what my intuition was worth where he was concerned. If there was one thing I’d learned about Barrons, it was that speculating about him was as pointless as tap-dancing on quicksand, with no solid ground in sight. Speaking of solid ground … I glanced around. I was below it. I can feel belowground in my bones. I hate being there. I hate confined, windowless spaces. Yet, for a time, this space belowground had been my
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